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Eric Peters has been one of my favorite songwriters since I first discovered his Scarce album a few years ago. This is “Long Road to Nowhere ” and it’s just one great song off an entire album of great songs. Right now (possibly at this very moment) he’s hard at work recording his next album with the ubiquitous Ben Shive. Check out the blog for the new record and stop by his website where you can get involved with the making of it.
Pete Peterson is the author of the Revolutionary War adventure The Fiddler’s Gun and its sequel Fiddler’s Green. Among the many strange things he’s been in life are the following: U.S Marine air traffic controller, television editor, art teacher and boatwright at the Florida Sheriffs Boys Ranch, and progenitor of the mysterious Budge-Nuzzard. He lives in Nashville with his wife, Jennifer, where he's the Executive Director of the Rabbit Room and Managing Editor of Rabbit Room Press.
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Ben B
So. Good.
I’ve been listening to “Metropolis” a lot lately, too. I’m thrilled that Eric’s working on a new record, and grateful for the oportunity to get involved!
Eric Peters
@ericpetersThank you, Pete.
Here are the lyrics for those interested in reading along.
Long Road (To Nowhere)
there’s a feeling that I get you’re not done with me yet
I go to bed at night feeling lost
it’s dangerous, I know, I could go out on my own
run away and never come back
faith feels more like murder
these little deaths keep hurting
it’s a long road to nowhere
there’s a good chance I’ll get there
but as long as you’re beside me
home is where I’ll be
there’s a place inside of me where I’ve never quite believed
that change was something good and always welcome
here it is I’m torn, I’m an ancient being born
and a hole inside my heart that’s always bare
faith feels just like murder
these little deaths keep hurting
it’s a long road to nowhere
there’s a good chance I’ll get there
but as long as you’re beside me
home is where I’ll be
what about tomorrow?
here and gone like yesterday
I am no one real to fake it
in daily dying, I am scarce and afraid
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